The temperature is three degrees
And isn’t going to budge
And Mom is in the kitchen
Making February Fudge

Half a dollar snow flakes
Are falling fast and hard
And the lump out in the driveway
Used to be the family car

The radio is playing
Our number one hit song:
“No school, all school, Portland, Maine
And ninety miles beyond!”

And the news is spread like wildfire
Through the house, from kid to kid:
“Did they call off school today?”
“Yes! They did! They did!”

It’s the kind of day you dream about
December straight through Mudge
And Mom is in the kitchen
Making February Fudge